A Toothless Faith

The Christian man

There was a christian who could not read,
he bought his friends quite literally,
he was a lonely man with missing teeth,
he walked the streets in search to preach his stories of his well spent friends,
“If you give a simple five or ten they ask for me to read again”,
the old preacher’s eyes looked sad and sore,
his pale blue eyes just empty voids,
his palms grew sweaty,
his existence petty,
this man destined to die alone,
he would spend the rest of his life to drone,
in search of something he does not know.

I met this man as I waited for a train a few years ago. Shortly after meeting him I wrote this.

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